I want to roam around Paris in a pink bicycle, pretending that I have wings against my back. Baskets of crème brulee and macarons, aromatic coffee filling the air and casting a hypnotic spell. To wander the streets and watch the people passing by like an alert owl. And when I want to disappear, I can hide in a garden. Falling against soft green grass and into dusty, narcotic musk of flower petals.
*photo 2 :LA Inspiration
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